The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1887-04-16
SuiiI-Dhuv,
THE COTNER.
BY GERALD GRIFFIN
CHAPTER XIII.-(Continued. J
Author of "The Collegians," ETC.

distressing than to find it's fortitude mis-
taken for real, positive happiness
Those who feel their constitution
Slapped and shaken by some chronic
disease, know how dread thing it is
to be congratulated by friend on their
good looks--clapped on the shoulder
and told that they are better than ever
they were i'll their life; while the secret
1nalady is silently eating away the foun-
datlon Of their existence within, and re-
rnirliDg them, perhaps, at the very in
slant that they make CHASTITY effort to
correspond with the gay and smiling
countenance of their Well-Wisher-re
yalnding them, by a new pang, Of the
deadly certainty OF their doom. AL
though Lilly Byrne had long since com
PEELED herself to refrain Iii all instances
from any act, word, or look, which had
no other object than that OF attracting
pity 10 her sufferings (contenting her
self according TO the precept of her re-
iigiou, wish having the Being that yisi-
ted her with these for their only wit
ness)--stil she could not help feeling a
certain blank and dismal soljtaliness Of
spirit when her friends all rose and
crowded round her as she entered,
smiling, pressing her hand, aud con-
gratusating her on her merry looks,
when Mrs. Hasset, q rather subordi-
nate relative Of the family, took
her seat III Robert Kumba's
Old place, on the chintz-coyered settee,
and laughed. and shock her head, and
knew it would not last: So she didi''
Time did wonders,' the old lady silly
insiruated, and though it was very true
that
Love i, longer than the way.
Love is deeper than the sea-
vet even the sea Itself would run dry at
last If the rivers were cut off-and it
wmill be very long way indeed, that
did not come to an end or q turning, at
any rate this word was pronounced
witt, q very roguisL emphasis) at some
time or another. Lilly would forget it
ali before she Was twice married.
There WAS Mrs, Blancy, mother to the
R2aneys Of the Hill, some Of whom
We're there. sitting opposite her--who
went OH jnst in the same way
as Lilly, when she was slighted By her
first lover; nobody thought she'd ever
recover again, and see there she was
now, the mother of a set Of fine young
men as any in the three counties; and
the grandmother Of that little fat girl
that sat, looking shily round upon the
company. So let Lilly not be down
about it--for she had only to set her cap
al; the right side Of her head. TO win a
better offer than she had lost the last
trick,
Although Lilly endured all this MAR
tyldom without a single look or even
wiiful thought OF Impotence, We should
accord her q degree Of fortit,ide, per
haps beyond the reach OF sympathy Or
truth, ii we said that she did not feel
inexnressibly relieved when the en-
trance of the tea diverted the worthy
Mrs. Hassett's attention from her and
her sorrows. While the good lady was
occupied in bestewing her admiration
on the transparency Of the immense
china bowl--the delicacy and shortness
OF the slin-cake-discussing the res
pectiva merits Of the Cork and Lime
rick groceries Uncle Cuthbert and
herselt having alwaysa dispute on this
subject whenever they met)-and de-
ploriug the economy OF some neighbor-
ing family who never brought out tea
to their visitors at luncheon, a practice
which the novelty of the beverage in
those days made fashionable in the
country parts Of ireland--Lilly stole on
to group ct grown girls who were gath
cred around little BlaneY above men
toned, some on their knees before her
Others leaning on the back Of her
chair, and all joining in q request that
she would give them q song.
When Lilly Byrne approached her she
looked with a timid smile from beneath
her brow, and said -I'll sing ii you
bid NE. WILL
u do, then, my little darling,'' said
Lilly, kissing her.
The girl then plueked up courage,
and chanted with tremulous little /,
pipe, 81 piece Of nursery nambv-pamby,
which ran as follows
What are little boys made of-nlade of.
What are little boys made of?
Of ships and srails
And puppy-dog's tails
That's what little boys are made Of
What are little girls made of-lnade of?
What are little girls made of?
OF sugar and spice,
And all that's nice
That's what little girls are made of.
Before the murmurs of appreciation
and encouragement had subsided-and
while Mrs. Hassett was declaring that
the wee songstress had fine clear voice
and a very good ear, and ought not to
be neglected, the latter ran over to
lilly. and throwing herself into her